Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet 'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas Ho, shut

Fire meet gasoline I'm burning alive When you're here loving me Burn with me tonight I can barely breathe I got all I need When you came after me And I can barely breathe We're a perfect match, perfect somehow

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday

Whatever you with, we with it (whatever) Which one of my cars should I drive today? I don't know (they all foreign) Which one of my hoes should I fuck today? I don't know (they all bad) Which one of my chains should I put on? Put em all on You niggas you

Don't you be fake with me You can be honest with me Who could relate to me? Don't go near me like it's Vegas Man this life ain't no vacation (Don't you be fake with me) (You could be on this brigade) I made it out the city quick Mom finally proud of me

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak

I ain't like them other niggas And I ain't bout to play no games with you You know what your problem is? You don't ever see the big picture I want you to take me serious Baby, I want you to take me serious Finally famous Ok, I won't deny it Half the time

I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! I put my money on my clique, hot shit Coming out the barrel of my fifth

Straight gassed, got the whole place hype Touchdown and the crowd get's hyped Every time I'm around there's a hype I'm a bad boy and I do what I like (Top of the roster) Real deal, you can see it in my posture I feel like Leo with a Oscar The price just

Don't panic, don't panic We just getting started nigga don't panic Shawty fell in love with a hustler Man I took her from a buster Niggas keep talkin' like they know something I slide on your bitch like she hol' something Real niggas getting cake Watch